[DJ Paul talking]
Yeah n***a this sh** still goes on
Punk motherf**as,
I want you to listen to every
motherf**ing word in this song b**h
Cause this is directly to you hoe
You motherf**in' in the face a**
Cross this n***a, f** y'all
This for you n***a, b**h
[Hook:]
f** what u heard,
f** what u heard about me n***a
[3x]
Step up to these k**as
Feel the f**in' trigger
[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]
f** what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah n***as quick to throw fits
Quick to go get,
Quick to go rob him a b**h,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
I'm tired of you b**hes go runnin' y'all mouth
Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,
And blow ya motherf**in' brains out
f** what you heard and it just no doubt, n***a
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
n***as like to gossip like some b**hes
They down be round they b**hes
Cause they b**hes groupie b**hes
And since I cut Three 6 these b**hes wanna claim my dick,
We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
These b**hes need to quit,
They wanna be down wid it
But these n***as won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They beggin' please to be a 6,
You n***as on my dirt,
I smack you like a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, f** what u heard boy
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My n***a f** it what u heard
You need to find out the truth,
Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
Pounds, and silent spotted
Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet
All these hatas got me scopin' man
They still can't stop it for sure,
There's crosses all up in this sh**
Crosses all up in my click
Got most of them crosses out
But still I got a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never happy keep on rappin'
Tryna live as good as me
Just bought my crib for a half a mil
My life complete
I guess that's why they dis-like
And claim my sh**, wouldn't twirk
Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didn't work,
I got you b**hes hot (hot)
You hopin' that I stop (stop)
I'm ten years in the game
Wid out a f**in' clock (clock)
It's like I hear me
And it's like I don't hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like to talk and plan
Point some fingers say some names
n***a if you claim you buck
Handle ya f**in' business man
I been rollin' from the start
Always snatch a coward car
Evergreen is where I'm from
Sippin on the syrup we slum
In the night we smoke and light
At the club we start a fight
When we pimpin' on yo b**h
We show them golds and flash the ice
[Hook ('til fade)]